A Quest. A Quest that has someone else's name written all over it. A Quest that I don't find myself to a benefit.
"I am one of the Necromancers." Only if I could tell it to them that easily. If being the blood of one god is a necessity to our beings, then why not choose our own? Why not explore and choose what you believe? They use me as a conduit of strength, and guaranteed protection. If I leave and choose what I believe, will that cause a downfall? Will that become my fault for my actions? I honestly don't even know anymore. Fighting her during the supply run was an easy win, but I feel--I feel bad. Not bad for what I've done, but for why I did it. I am a bad person...
My reasoning with these two people are devious, and cold hearted. Sure the pyromaniac is okay every so and then, but will that change the means of their Quest? Malahayati is the birth of her own to me, despite other circumstances. Was I meant to be born, or created? Better yet, am I even welcome to this world with forgiveness?
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Spark of Paracausality: The Oversoul Throne✔️
Fanfiction[Completed] "Can the Light of a Guardian die? Rather, how? Is there some sort of mechanism that keeps us going? It's doubtingly a masterpiece that we have not yet learned as it stands there, watching over us. Is it, "It" that keeps us going? Or is i...
